I am Definitely Out of Control

I had an awesome weekend! Hope you did too. Not only did I make great progress with major edits on The Harvest Moon (my latest erotica novella), but I also worked through a mountain of paperwork. Plus, I answered all the emails from my readers/fans that have been piling up this week as well. Yay!

You know why I got so much work done, right? You guessed it. My Uber has been out of town the last four days on a company golfing trip to North Carolina. Yes, before you ask, I had him service me well before he left, so I could survive it. Unfortunately, the purr-factor didn’t last as long as I hoped, and I was horny as usual the next day. Bummer. However, I’ve been fine-tuning my "self-servicing" technique this month and had a major breakthrough while he was away. Eureka! Can you say "endless orgasms"?!! Yeah, I’m extremely proud of myself. And before you ask I’ll save you the trouble. I routinely self-service myself every night of the week I don’t have sex. I mean, what’s an oversexed woman to do, right? *lusty grin*

Anyway, when my Uber trudged through the front door last night, weary from excessive golfing, eating bad food, drinking too much with the guys, and staying out too late, I did not panic. No, I just stood there with a self-satisfied smile on my face and promised him I would not jump his bones that night. And he thanked me profusely. I told him I would let him rest up for 24 hours before I attacked him. See what a nice person I am? LOL

As usual he turned down my offer to cook dinner (vegetarian, of course) and rushed me out to a restaurant where he could satisfy his addiction to meat. So I’m sitting across the table from him, gazing around the restaurant, checking out any good-looking guys (yes, I saw one dressed in lake clothes who looked just like Matthew Macaugnhey…..YOWZA!…..he was gorgeous! *lusty grin*).

A few minutes later the server appears, and we order a pizza (half vegetarian/half ham). In the meantime, I’m feeling really proud of myself for my new restraint with the Uber. Then I look up and stare at him for like 60 seconds while he’s telling me about his trip. Suddenly, I’m hit with a surge of lust so intense I can no longer hear what he’s saying. All I can think is, "Forget the pizza….I’ll take HIM for dinner!!!" He sees my eyes darken with lust, smiles, and shakes his head like, "Forget it, darlin’. You promised not to jump me tonight." I swallow hard. Dear Goddess, what was I thinking to make a stupid promise like that?!!!

Oh, well. At least my self-servicing routine is awesome now. And I learned something else. I’m definitely out of control when it comes to my husband. I mean, I’ve known my Uber for over 30 years, and I can’t believe his presence still has such a lusty, I-can’t-even-remember-my-name effect on me. But I’ll tell you one thing. After dinner tonight his 24 hours are up, and all bets are off. That man is MINE! And I intend to show no mercy. Nope, none whatsoever. *wicked grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)

Tags: health, the harvest moon

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